The Passion

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

FELISHA

I don’t know how to process how I’m feeling as I watch Cherie walk away from me with Rem and Flynn.

Sitting on the couch with Sassy in my lap, softly purring as I stroke her back, I can see them talking, but it is so quiet that I can’t hear what they are saying. But to be honest, I don’t need to know.

Tonight has been overwhelming.

First the meeting with my father and finally standing up to him and putting him on notice for what he did to me.

And then to have Cherie hammer the nail in the coffin with him, I can imagine the rage he must be feeling right now. I’m glad I’m not at my apartment because the commotion he will probably be causing in the foyer with the night staff would be embarrassing. I have only ever seen it a few times in my life growing up, but in the last six months, it seems to have become more often with me. Mainly in my office where he thinks no one can see him. But the reality is everyone can hear his tirades when his voice gets louder, and they must be thinking the same as I am. He is losing his edge and is no longer just the grumpy but always controlled boss that they are all used to. Instead, he is becoming unhinged.

As Flynn appears back in front of me, he puts his hands on Sassy to lift her off me, but her reaction has him backing away. How can this cat go from so peaceful to hissing and swiping her claws at him in a split second.

“Fuck, why do I keep you? Remember I’m the one who feeds you!” Flynn’s annoyance is obvious in the way he is yelling at her.

To be honest, it’s the simple little bit of stupidity that I needed to break my thoughts.

“Just face it, she loves me more than you.” I pat her and cuddle her closer to calm her down.

“Yeah, well, I love you more than her, and if she doesn’t start sharing some of that love of hers with me too, then she can go live with you.” His hands are on his hips, and I think he might be serious.

“Oh, Sassy, you would love to live with me, wouldn’t you.” Gently scratching under her chin, she looks up at me and meows right on cue.

“That’s it, pack your bags, cat, you’re out the door.”

“You wish. You two have a love-hate relationship, and it works for you. You would miss her.” Looking at him, I know I’m right.

“Fine then, I need you to move in here with us then, so you can stop her from being a sassy little bitch to me all the time.” He reaches his hands out toward me to try to take the cat again, and I don’t think he realizes what he just said.

But my mind is reeling from that one sentence.

The words are out of my mouth before I can hold them back. “Do you mean that?”

I can feel my heart standing still, waiting for him to answer. I watch his brain go back over the words he just said as I slowly put Sassy on the ground, much to her disgust, and stand up in front of him.

“With every bone in my body. I would love to wake up with you first thing in the morning, close my eyes at night with you asleep on my chest. Have those quiet moments together on a stormy night as we sit and listen to a record, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Flynn takes the one small step needed to be standing with our bodies touching, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “I know you have the world on your shoulders, but I want to be the one to carry that weight for you, not because you can’t but because you shouldn’t have to.”

His head drops down, our lips so close together. “Move in with me and let me love you like you deserve.” The softness of the kiss as his lips touch mine has my defenses falling to the floor. His hand slides down around the back of my neck as he continues to tell me in the kiss how much he truly loves me. There is no denying that he has me, mind, body, and soul. The moan as I open my mouth to him, letting him take what he wants from me, has my last resolve dropping.

I should say no, I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need to be smothered.

But my heart ignores any rational thought I’m having.

“Yes.” I pull away from him for one moment and then grasp his shirt in my hands, crashing our lips together, our tongues entangled, and our breaths become one in that moment as I show him I want more.

The crazy sex, the arguing with each other, simple meals together, the cuddles for no reason, the igniting of my soul and the softness of the quiet moments.

I want it all!

“Fuck.” He moans into my mouth at both my answer and the way my body is responding to him. Our mouths are becoming more demanding, and the sweetness of where we started is gone.

Pushing off him and taking his hand, I pull him toward his bedroom. I feel like I want to run, I can’t get there quick enough. It’s not what I pictured tonight ending like, but I can’t stop the urgency thrumming through my body right now.

Hearing Sassy meowing and starting to chase us down the hallway, I push the door closed behind us. This is my moment, and I don’t want to be worrying about defending Flynn from her claws.

I only stop when I get to the end of the bed, where Flynn’s back is to the mattress and it’s pressing on the backs of his legs. Not wasting any time, my hands are on his chest and pushing his shirt up over his head. It’s almost like his skin is burning up at my touch as I drag my nails down over every ridge of his abs. His chest is rising and falling so deeply I know I’m affecting him, and it takes all his strength to stand there and let me do what I want to him. He hasn’t said a word, and it’s almost like he can read my mind that I need this.

Stripping his pants and boxers down his legs to the floor, I take a step back to admire him standing there like a GQ model. So strong, confident, and domineering the way his eyes are locked on me. But still his hands are hanging by his sides, although fists clenched tightly to restrain from reaching out.

Part of me wants to slow this down, but I can’t.

It feels so erotic and wicked that he is letting me use him like this, and just like I said before, I want it, I want it all!

Still in my clothes from the office, I unbutton the top of my black crepe trousers, and the moment the zipper is undone, they slip down my skin to a puddle at my feet.

A low rumble comes from Flynn as I lift the dark green silk shirt off over my head and reveal my body, standing in just a black silk G-string and bra set that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. But although his eyes are scorching my skin as he looks me up and down, it’s not what I need.

I need his touch.

His lips on my skin, his hands all over me, and to feel him inside me.

As I undo the bra clasps and let it fall from my breasts to join my clothes on the ground, I can see his pupils darken even more, and he bites down on his bottom lip. My inner sexual being rises to the surface because I know I’m safe here. I can be who I want to in this room with Flynn and there be no judgment.

Hooking my thumbs into the sides of my G-string and starting to push it over my hips, I watch his cock start dripping his arousal that he can’t hold back. The tip is purple, and the veins are prominent on his very inviting hard cock, that almost looks painful with how turned on he is.

Still not saying a word, his eyes bore into me, following my body as I step to the side of him and crawl onto his bed. My naked ass in the air and my tits hanging and swaying, I arch my back like a cat, wiggling my hips and moving until my head is level with his pillows.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I can see him doing the same over his shoulder and his restraint is about to break. He turns to face me, and as I lower myself and roll onto my back, he already has one knee on the bed. But he stops to await my instructions.

I drop my knees to the mattress and open my legs wide, my body now spread for him to take it all in.

“You want this every night in your bed?” Reaching down, I run my finger up through my wet folds. A tortured sound comes from his lips as he grasps his cock tight, trying to stop himself from coming on the spot.

“Abso… fucking… lutely,” he draws out as he starts to move onto the bed with me.

“Then seal the deal and show me what that life will be like for me.” Now it’s me who is barely holding on the closer he gets to touching me.

“I take my responsibilities very seriously, princess. I plan to worship your body every day in so many different ways.” Lifting my right leg, he kisses up the inside of my calf and behind my knee as he places it on his shoulder. “I’ll be here to stimulate your mind.” The left leg is now being kissed just the same, and my body is tingling all over as he lowers his face to just above my sex. “Arouse your body.” He kisses the inside of my thigh so close but not close enough to where I really want him. “And soothe your soul.”

There are so many words in my head I want to reply, but everything disappears the moment he swipes his tongue from the bottom to the top of my pussy and pushes hard on the top of my clit as he guides my legs flat to the bed.

“And fuck you senseless until nothing exists except you and me, here together, happy.”

He says his last words that have me clenching my legs around his head as he starts to devour me with his mouth.

“Oh God!” I scream out as he is relentless with his tongue and now his fingers too.

My first orgasm was so close to the surface that it is already surging through me, but it’s not enough for Flynn, and he does not pull away. Looking down at him, his eyes sparkle up at me like he is in heaven, his arm across my body, holding me down so there is nothing I can do but feel every sensation. I can’t run from this, and he knows exactly what I want.

He’s not treating me like I’m fragile and made of glass because my world is a shit place to be. Instead, he takes the power I am craving and gives me everything my body is demanding from him.

“Flynn, I can’t…” Screaming his name like an orgasm-crazed woman does nothing to stop him. He knows I don’t want him to give in to me. I want to be pushed to the edge over and over until I can’t breathe.

“You can and you will. I am here to serve you, and that is what I intend to do.” The grin on his face that is soaked in my juices is enough to have me almost releasing again, but it’s like I’m on the verge, even as my body is trying to hold back from letting go again.

Flynn reads me better than I read myself.

“Give it to me. Don’t you dare try to control it.” His hand slides up, his finger and thumb taking hold of my pebbled nipple and pinching it hard simultaneously with his teeth biting down on my clit. My sex contracts hard around the fingers he has inside me, and I can’t stop the rush that is about to overtake me.

I throw my head back and scream as my body explodes with an orgasm so hard that it is painful in the best way.

“Oooohhhh fuck… oooohhh, Flynn, please!” I clench my eyes, and the colors of the rainbow are flashing before my eyes.

My body is throbbing with the power of Flynn and what he does to me, but before I can come down from this high, he is on his knees and between my legs.

“I want words, Felisha, tell me what you want. I am here to pleasure you.” His deep rasp fills the room as I open my eyes to see him leaning over top of me, looking at me and waiting.

“I need to taste you on my lips.” The devilish grin on his lips tells me that answer is what he wanted to hear.

He shuffles on his knees up the outside of my body, and hovering over my face, he takes hold of his throbbing cock and taps my lips with it gently. The precum is dripping onto me, but I want more than that.

Playing this seesaw game of power we have between us, Flynn is now taking control with my permission as I give him the slightest nod.

He pushes the head of his cock past my lips, and the wider I open, the further in he goes. Fire rages in his eyes as he looks into mine.

“Holy shit.” He gasps as I try to relax my gag reflex and swallow around him. He is so freaking big that my eyes are watering as he starts to pump in and out, fucking my face just like I asked. My hands clench the covers on the bed because I don’t want to stop him from what he is doing. He is stopping me from thinking or feeling anything, except trying to breathe and make him feel good.

“Good girl, you are doing so well.” He strokes the tears away. His praise is not something I thought I would ever want, yet right in this moment it makes me feel so powerful. My full-body shiver pleases him, and that gives me great satisfaction.

I’m getting what I want.

He is doing this for me.

Regardless of his pleasure, he is putting my wants before his own.

His hand skims over my hair as he inches a little deeper each time. I’m almost to the point I’m struggling to breathe, but I don’t want him to stop. This feeling of floating washes over me, almost like I’m leaving my body.

“Touch yourself. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” His deep voice is in my head, and my hands move just like he told me to.

So sensitive, the moment I slide my finger over my clit, my body arches off the bed.

“Yes, baby, don’t stop. Fuck, you are incredible.”

The angle of my body has my neck now opening more, and he sinks right down into me. The vibrations of my moans turn him on more, with his body stiffening above me, his hands on either side of my face as he holds me still. My fingers are rubbing ferociously over my clit and pumping in and out of my pussy.

I can’t breathe and feel so full.

“My beautiful girl, so fucking beautiful like this.” His dark eyes zero in on me as he looks up from watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth, where I have no control of it. I didn’t know how much I needed this, but it’s just perfect.

“Good girl. Now come for me, baby, I need to feel you letting go so I can release every drop you were craving in your tight little throat.”

My whole body explodes with sensations I have never felt, as I gag and almost stop breathing. I’m floating in a place I don’t know I have ever been. The colors and flashes of light are so calming, and all I can hear over the rush of the noise in my head is Flynn screaming my name as he shoots down my throat. The feeling of water running down from my eyes and the dribbles from my mouth are the last things I remember as I drift off into the place of pleasure, one I just want to stay in.

His whisper in my ear and the softness of his fingers stroking over my body bring me back to reality.

“That’s it, beautiful, come back to me.” A soft kiss on my lips has my eyes fluttering open, and he is laying on his side next to me, with me wrapped in his arms. “Such a good girl asking for what you wanted.” I have never been praised like this before, but I’m surprised how much I like it.

I’ve read about the feeling of leaving your body during sex but never had it happen to me before. It was a strange sensation to know I couldn’t breathe and not be scared by it.

All because I knew Flynn would keep me safe.

He will always be my safe place, and now his home will be that for me too. Somewhere I can be my true self. The person I’m still discovering that I’ve been hiding for so long.

We lie in silence for a few minutes until my voice breaks the calm of the room.

“I’ve never done that before.” My brain is now trying to rationalize what we did, and I’m trying not to feel like I’m bad for wanting something a little different.

“You were amazing.” He makes sure I know there is no judgment from him. “But did you like it? I didn’t push you too far?” For all the confidence my strong man has, I can hear a little doubt in his voice.

“I have never felt so free.” Rolling to my side so we are facing each other, I can see the relief on his face.

“But…?” He knows my mind is confused.

“I’m not sure I want it like that all the time. Just tonight, I wanted to be free of all the pressures and confines that the world puts on me. I needed to completely let go of doing what I’m told to do. To follow the rules.” The more I start to talk, the more it falls into place.

“Because of who I am and being so well known, I could never really be more than a missionary-position girl. Have sex the way a society lady is expected.” I can’t help but giggle at myself.

“But with you, from that first night, you changed all that. You set free the adventurous, sexy woman inside me that I never knew existed before.” I tilt my gaze down to look away from him, slightly embarrassed by what I’m now admitting.

His finger gently lifts my chin, kissing me ever so gently, our lips barely touching.

“In this home, our home, you are safe to be anyone you need to be. Don’t ever be embarrassed by your desires. I want to share them all, fulfill them and explore whatever you want to discover. But know that if after exploring, you end up being my high-society missionary-sex girl you were before, I will happily fuck you like that, every day of the week.” His mischievous smile brings such warmth to me.

“Thank you for giving me the space to grow.” Choking up a little on my words as I try not to get too emotional, I ask him the question. “Tell me what your desires are?” I trace my finger down his chest, playing in the scattering of hair there.

“Oh, you are not ready to hear the things in my head that I would love to do to you.” He grabs me around the wrist and lifts my finger into his mouth, biting softly.

“What, like spanking me?” I feel a little tingle down below at the thought of him doing that to me.

“That’s twice you have asked about spanking. I have a feeling my girl is curious.” Dropping my hand, he pulls me closer, his arm around my waist and his large hand rubbing soft circles on my ass cheek.

“Maybe,” I whisper and feel my cheeks blush. I’ve never been one to blush, so this is all new.

Leaning down, he starts peppering my shoulder and up into the crook of my neck with kisses and little soft bites until he reaches my ear.

“Oh, how I would love to see you on your knees and your beautiful white ass in the air on this bed. Your wet pussy glistening in the light and spanking you while I fuck you deep and hard from behind. Seeing my red handprint on your skin and hearing you cry out my name with lust for more. So tempting, baby, so damn tempting.”

I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight, but pushing my pussy against his cock, I can feel him already semi hard, and the more I keep rolling my hips, the more he is ready to play the game.

“It’s a wicked game you are playing, Felisha.” Reaching for me, he bites down on my lip.

“Oh, is that the trick? I need to be a wicked woman instead of your good girl.” I roll my hips one more time, dragging a deep moan from him, and then pull back. Pushing out of his arms and going up on to my knees, I turn away from him.

“You want to play?” His hand runs down my spine and over my ass cheeks.

“Show me what it’s like to be bad.” My voice is soft but strong.

“Oh, I don’t need to, you’ve been naughty since the night you seduced me in the bar. Now you are just taking what you want.”

I lean forward to place my hands on the bed as he starts to move, and I know tonight is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

My body is craving this, and my mind is just happy to be taken to a place there is no thinking, only pleasure.

Our burning pleasures.

FLYNN

Every time I think I have Felisha worked out, she does something to surprise me.

The last few days have been the biggest change in her, and I fucking love it.

Standing up to her father on Friday night and putting into play the plans to bring him down have given her the fire to bring out who she truly is on the inside.

A strong, confident, and extremely clever businesswoman, which we already knew. Even though she was standing behind her father this whole time, the moment she stepped out from behind him and faced him, it was like everything about her just strengthened. She became a force all on her own.

But the real growth in her has been behind closed doors where she finally feels she can take off that armor she has been wearing for most of her life. She doesn’t need to be Lady Felisha Kentwall for every moment of the day. The moment she steps over the threshold into the apartment, she is just Felisha, the woman she chooses to be without any judgment or rules placed on her.

We spent the weekend bringing clothes and some of her personal belongings that she wanted over to my place, and I made room in my closet for our clothes to be hanging side by side. I never thought I would see the day I would be living with a woman, even though deep down I have been longing for it for a long time, I just never realized it.

Everyone came here yesterday for lunch and an afternoon of just talking. The first hour was about what had happened on Friday night, until Felisha stood from the couch she was sitting on with Harper and Cherie and declared that there was to be no more discussion on the topic.

It’s like she has found her own girl posse now with Harper, Cherie, Tori, and Elouise. I heard them talking about how when this was all over, they would take off to her villa in France and spend a girls’ weekend without any testosterone. I can’t say I’m happy about it, but I would never say that. I know Rem will have security traveling with them, and with that many of them, every restaurant or bar they visit will certainly know they are there, with the amount of loud talking and laughing that will be coming from them all. God help St. Tropez, I say, when the crazy British women arrive. But as long as Felisha and the rest of the girls are happy and safe, then that’s all we care about.

Waking this morning for the first day of the work week felt so right with her snuggled into my side and groaning just the same as I did when the alarm went off. We had a few too many wines with our friends, followed by another night of hot and heavy sex. Which was awesome at the time, but now on limited sleep, we are both walking naked into the shower, trying to shake the mix of hangover and sleep deprivation.

“If this is what it’s like turning forty, I’m not sure I’m happy about it,” Felisha mumbles as she steps under her side of the shower.

“You haven’t made it there yet, but let me assure you, forty bites like a bitch.”

Pushing my head back into the hot spray of water coming from my side of the shower, I groan at the tense muscles in my shoulders. Whoever invented double showers is a genius. Being able to stand and watch her naked and wet every morning is going to be the best start to every day.

“I thought I was fit, but you have made muscles I never knew I had ache from every position you have put me in.” Felisha raises her hands above her head and scrubs the shampoo into her hair, and she looks like a beautiful goddess doing it.

They say the simple things in life are often the best, and she is proving it right now.

Cooking her a quick omelet and coffee to go, we both head down to the car, because the more time she spends with me, the more she is starting to enjoy a morning coffee to get that caffeine boost we both need. As we pull up to the front of her building and the valet opens the door for her, I pull her into a tight embrace.

“I don’t want to kiss that lipstick off your face, but I still need your lips on mine.” I kiss her softly, trying to tell her all the things I need her to know. That I love her, I’ve got her back, and I believe in her.

“Go get ‘em, tiger, and remember, you hold the power here.” Taking her face in my hands and kissing her on the forehead, she sucks in a deep breath, holding it and then slowly letting it go.

“Thank you. And if you hear an explosion of noise during the day, it will just be my father entering the office. All hot air and fire but absolutely no substance.” Trying to laugh it off, she turns, sliding out of the car and straightening herself up. Shoulders back and standing tall, she starts walking toward the door like the distinguished CEO she is about to become.

Pulling out into traffic, I leave my heart back in that building. I feel like shit because I can’t stay to protect her.

My phone starts ringing, and the day begins. I have a job to do, and with everything that has been taking all my attention, I need to now push it aside and concentrate on what I’m getting paid to do, and that’s work for Darby Hotels and look after Nic.

“Hey, boss man, I’m ten minutes out from the office, if you need me to hold your hand while trying to use the coffee machine in your office that I bought for you. I know it’s complicated for you Australians to work out.” As much as this week isn’t going to be fun, one of the things I’m good at is trying to bring the humor to life, and pissing Nic and the boys off is my number one favorite thing to do.

“I hated you this early in the mornings before Felisha, but I’m starting to think she is going to make my life worse, not better. You getting constant sex is only going to make you more hyped up and happy in the mornings, and that’s just going to be a punishment for the rest of us, isn’t it. A happy Flynn is going to be an annoying-as-fuck Flynn.” And that is why he is my best friend. He knows me and puts up with me anyway.

“All jokes aside, though, as soon as you get into the office, we need to talk. Broderick has some information on the other shareholders that you need to hear. I’ll have your coffee waiting. See you shortly.” He hangs up before I can reply, and my head is already racing.

“For fuck’s sake, what now!” I yell to no one in the car, just letting out frustration.

Just one normal day would have been nice.

But who am I kidding, that isn’t going to happen until we take out the trash.

My foot gets a little heavy on the accelerator as I head toward the office to find out what the next hurdle is and hope like hell it’s not a big one.